Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

Tang Ya continued, "Besides, do you think Jiang Nannan would refuse?"

Lu Mingfei turned and glanced at Jiang Nannan.

Jiang Nannan was talking to Beibei, a smile on her face.

"She won't refuse," Tang Ya whispered in his ear.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Then he looked up at Tang Ya: "Okay. But I have one condition."

"you say."

"The sword techniques, knife skills, and movement techniques you just described must be real."

"Of course it's true!" Tang Ya patted her chest to assure her.

"Tang Clan's unique martial arts, no deception, young or old!"

Lu Mingfei nodded and turned to walk back to Jiang Nannan's side.

"Nannan," he said.

"Um?"

"Would you like to join the Tang Clan?"

Jiang Nannan glanced at him, then glanced at Tang Ya.

"Okay," she said.

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"You just agreed like that?"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Nannan looked at him, her eyes smiling. "You want me to hesitate before agreeing?"

"No, I mean—"

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go check out the Tang Clan." Jiang Nannan patted his shoulder.

Tang Ya, beaming from ear to ear, put her arm around Jiang Nannan's shoulder: "Come on, come on, I'll take you to see our Tang Clan's base. It's a bit rudimentary now, but it'll definitely get better in the future!"

Beibei walked behind, side by side with Lu Mingfei.

"You were fooled by her?" Beibei asked in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei chuckled: "I guess so."

You'll get used to it.

Beibei patted his shoulder, her tone carrying the bittersweetness of someone who's been through it all.

The Tang Sect's base was located in a corner of Shrek Academy, in a two-story building. It looked alright from the outside, but once inside, it was empty and there wasn't much there.

Tang Ya led them up to the second floor, pushed open a door, and inside was a small library.

There were a few scrolls and jade slips scattered on the bookshelf, not many, but they were in relatively good condition.

"These are all the things the Tang Clan can offer right now." Tang Ya walked to a bookshelf, took down a few yellowed books, and handed them to Lu Mingfei.

"These are the basic sword techniques, saber techniques, and movement techniques of the Tang Clan. Take them and practice them first."

Lu Mingfei took it and flipped through it.

The titles written on the books are very simple—"Basic Knife Techniques of Tang Clan", "Basic Sword Techniques of Tang Clan", and "Introduction to Ghost Shadow Tracking".

"That's it?" Lu Mingfei looked up.

"That's it," Tang Ya said matter-of-factly.

"If you don't build a solid foundation, it's all for nothing to learn. Master these skills first, and there will be even more advanced techniques to come."

Lu Mingfei put the books into his storage bag: "Okay, then I'll practice first."

Tang Ya then dragged Jiang Nannan to the registration process for entering the school.

Beibei stood to the side, looking at Lu Mingfei, and suddenly said, "Tang Ya hasn't been this happy in a long time."

Lu Mingfei glanced at him.

"She's under a lot of pressure regarding the Tang Clan," Bei Bei said softly, "though she never shows it."

Lu Mingfei nodded without saying anything.

It was almost dark when we left the Tang Sect.

Lu Mingfei and Jiang Nannan parted ways at the crossroads and went back to their respective dormitories.

"Practice those techniques well," Jiang Nannan said before leaving.

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

Over the next few days, Lu Mingfei began his "sword technique training plan".

Every morning, he would be trained half to death by Master Song. In the afternoon, he would run to the Soul Guidance Department to learn how to make soul tools from Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er. In the evening, he would take out the basic cultivation manuals that Tang Ya had given him to practice.

Lu Mingfei drew his Tang sword, took a deep breath, gripped the hilt with both hands, raised it above his head, and then slashed down fiercely.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

He sheathed his sword, glanced at the instructions in the book again, and then swung his sword again.

Something still doesn't feel right.

He made a dozen or so more cuts, but still couldn't find that "feeling".

"What are you doing?"

Hyotei's voice came from behind.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw that Hyotei had emerged from the Sea of ​​Spirit at some point and was standing behind him with her arms crossed, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"Practice swordsmanship," Lu Mingfei said.

Hyotei walked over to him, picked up the book "Basic Sword Techniques of the Tang Clan," flipped through it, and then threw it back on the table.

"Rubbish."

"What?"

"I said, these are all garbage." Hyotei's tone was full of disdain.

"What's the point of all that mountain-splitting and water-cutting techniques? They're all fancy stuff, what good are they?"

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but he didn't know what to say.

"Look at the knife in your hand."

Hyotei pointed to the Tang sword in his hand: "This sword, its material is unknown, but its sharpness can cut through the protective shield of a level six soul tool. You're using such a fine sword to practice those fancy sword techniques?"

She walked up to Lu Mingfei and flicked his forehead with two fingers.

"You remember this: when it comes to knives, it all boils down to one thing—"

"What's the reasoning behind that?"

Hyotei's gaze fell on the Tang sword in his hand, his voice carrying a kingly domineering air.

"One force can overcome all laws."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"If you cut fast enough and with enough force, you don't need any special swordsmanship," Hyotei said.

"When you cleaved Xu Sanshi away with that strike, what kind of swordsmanship did you use? You didn't use any special moves, it was just fast and ruthless."

"The essence of swordsmanship is teaching you how to slash faster and more fiercely. But if you are already fast and fierce enough, those fancy moves will only hold you back."

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a few seconds.

This gluttonous, stupid scorpion can actually think of such a question?

That's truly remarkable.

"Understood."

Hyotei nodded in satisfaction, then his stomach let out a loud rumble.

Lu Mingfei looked down at her stomach.

She really is a foodie.

Hyotei's face turned red again.

"What are you looking at! Cultivation is very taxing; you can't be hungry!"

"Okay, okay, you're right, you're hungry." Lu Mingfei quickly waved his hand.

"Then hurry up and get something to eat!" Hyotei plopped down on his bed and crossed his legs.

Lu Mingfei sighed.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the window.

The direction of Poseidon Lake.

He could see the fish that Old Mu raised every day.

The fish swam around in the lake, each one as fat as a pig, their scales shimmering in the sunlight—clearly top-quality fish.

Hyotei repeatedly urged him to go and get a few to eat.

Although Xue Di didn't speak, every time Bing Di brought it up, she would turn her head slightly, her deep blue eyes filled with a faint expectation.

Lu Mingfei felt a lot of pressure.

"Alright." He stood up and pulled out a fishing rod and a wooden bucket from the corner of the dormitory.

"You're going fishing?" Hyotei's eyes lit up.

"Hmm." Lu Mingfei hoisted the fishing rod onto his shoulder.

"Let's go steal Old Mu's fish."

Hyotei's face broke into a satisfied smile. "This child is teachable."

Lu Mingfei carried a fishing rod and a bucket, and slipped away to the shore of Poseidon Lake under the cover of night.

Poseidon Lake is not large, but the water is very clear. When the moonlight shines on the water, you can see the fish swimming slowly below.

The fish were incredibly fat, their scales gleaming with a pale golden light under the moonlight; it was clear at a glance that they were carefully raised by Old Master Mu.

Lu Mingfei found a secluded corner, put down the bucket, and cast his fishing rod into the water.

Then he began his long wait.

Ten minutes have passed.

Twenty minutes have passed.

Half an hour passed.

The fishing rod didn't budge.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

The fish swam around his hook underwater, some even coming closer to look before rolling their eyes and swimming away—yes, he really saw the fish roll its eyes.

"Are these fish possessed?" Lu Mingfei muttered.

"How could the fish raised by Elder Mu not become spirits?" Lu Mingze's voice rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness, tinged with obvious schadenfreude.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and continued to wait.

Twenty minutes later, still nothing had been caught.

He was just about to try a different place when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The temperature around the body is rising.

At first, he didn't pay attention, thinking it was because he had been sitting for too long and his blood wasn't circulating properly.

But the temperature kept rising and getting hotter, so hot that his back started to sweat.

It's autumn now.

Lu Mingfei frowned and asked himself, "Lu Mingze, don't you think—"

"Brother," Lu Mingze said, suppressing a laugh, "look behind you?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head away.

Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a person standing behind him.

a woman.

She wore a long red robe, and her hair was also red, like a burning flame.

Her face was beautiful, with features so exquisite they seemed sculpted, but her eyes held a chilling, dark red light.

She seemed to be enveloped in an invisible flame, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.

That heat wave came from here.

Lu Mingfei's back hairs stood on end.

Then she moved.

With a wave of his hand, a ball of dark red flame hurtled towards Lu Mingfei.

Driven almost instinctively, Lu Mingfei rolled to the side. Flames grazed his clothes and struck the spot where he had just been sitting, burning a crater the size of a washbasin into the ground.

Holy crap!

Lu Mingfei scrambled to his feet, mentally cursing, "Lu Mingze! Hyotei! Yuki-tei! None of you three told me you were going to ambush me?!"

"You didn't ask."

Lu Mingze's voice was light and airy.

"I--"

Lu Mingfei almost choked to death on his own saliva.

I'm so angry!